"Is this the Spirit Race?"
Feng looked a short distance ahead, where a blade of emerald grass swayed in the wind.
A powerful will.
It rose from the grass, impossible to ignore.
Before the Spirit Race had truly come into being, he had not understood what exactly constituted the Spirit Race.
But with the establishment of the Spirit Race.
Feng now understood.
What kinds of living beings could be classified as members of the Spirit Race.
"The Spirit Race—"
"There are so many plants and trees in this world. If every plant and tree that gains Sentience belongs to the Spirit Race, then their numbers would be a little too vast!"
Feng watched the blade of grass without making a move.
Under his gaze.
The blade of grass, which had only just gained Sentience, trembled in fear.
As a newly born member of the Spirit Race.
This blade of grass was only at the True Martial Realm.
In terms of strength, it stood at the very bottom of the world.
One could easily imagine the pressure it suffered now that an expert at the Great Power realm had fixed his gaze on it.
Just as the grass trembled.
Feng slowly withdrew his gaze.
He had no intention of attacking a member of the Spirit Race at the True Martial Realm.
In his eyes.
A True Martial Realm member of the Spirit Race was no different from an ant.
Besides.
An expert of the Spirit Race had just become an immortal. Rashly attacking the Spirit Race would not be wise.
If he angered the Spirit Race's emperor, Feng had no confidence that he could stand against him.
"The Spirit Emperor's Tribulation Transcendence and ascension have shown me the path ahead. But following the fleshly sainthood system means facing a thunder tribulation